ughts, Night II_. DR. E. YOUNG.

Each lonely scene shall thee restore;
For thee the tear be duly shed;
Beloved till life can charm no more,
And mourned till Pity's self be dead.
_Dirge in Cymbeline_. W. COLLINS.

Those that he loved so long and sees no more,
Loved and still loves,--not dead, but gone before,--
He gathers round him.
_Human Life_. S. ROGERS.

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
_Macbeth, Act iv. Sc_. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

Praising what is lost
Makes the remembrance dear.
_All's Well that Ends Well, Act v. Sc_. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

We bear it calmly, though a ponderous woe.
And still adore the hand that gives the blow.
_Verses to his Friend under Affliction_. J. POMFRET.

My grief lies all within;
And these external manners of laments
Are merely shadows to the unseen grief
That swells with silence in the tortured soul.
_King Richard II., Act iv. Sc_. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

What though no friends in sable weeds appear,
Grieve for an hour, perhaps, then mourn a year,
And bear about the mockery of woe
To midnight dances and the public show!
_To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady_. A. POPE.

He first deceased; she for a little tried
To live without him, liked it not, and died.
_Upon the Death of Sir Albert Morton's Wife_. SIR H. WOTTON.

Poor Jack, farewell!
I could have better spared a better man.
_King Henry IV., Pt. I. Act v. Sc_. 4. SHAKESPEARE.

So may he rest: his faults lie gently on him!
_King Henry VIII, Act iv. Sc_. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

He that lacks time to mourn, lacks time to mend.
Eternity mourns that. 'Tis an ill cure
For life's worst ills to have no time to feel them.

_Philip Van Artevelde, Pt. I. Act i. Sc_. 5. H. TAYLOR.

The very cypress droops to death--
Dark tree, still sad when others' grief is fled,
The only constant mourner o'er the dead.
_The Giaour_. LORD BYRON.

MURDER.

O blissful God, that art so just and trewe!
Lo, howe that thou biwreyest mordre alway!
Mordre wol out, that se we day by day.
_The Nonnes Preestes Tale_. CHAUCER.

Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies.
The gods on murtherers fix revengeful eyes.
_The Widow's Tears_. G. CHAPMAN.

Murder may pass unpunished for a time,
But tardy justice will o'ertake the crime.
_The Cock and the Fox_. J. DR